Bewildered

Sonnet in tetrameter

 

Bewildered

 

Art thou as pure as driven snow?

As virginal as thou dost seem.

 An angel walking here below

 or art thou but a fleeting dream.

Thou seemest to me to be real

Thine image nightly haunting me.

Into my dreams thy face doth steal

 and smiles on me bewitchingly

I know not who or what thou art

but must suppose thou knowest me

 and cast thy spell to claim my heart

Which I would give thee willingly

 mayhap thou art a fantasy

I conjure up unconsciously.

 

09/07/2009

 

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Reviews

[papaed]

Aw, fantasy vs reality... aren't we all in that state when we fall in love? We're bewildered concerning what is happening to us as we're swept into the genetic evolution-driven survival-of-the-species hormonal torrent that carries us through our youth. This is written with the perspective of a person thinking about this bewilderment in the past... and having a "nightly" haunting. A great write with 8 syllables in every line and rhythm to beat a drum too. I really enjoyed all fourteen lines.

Thanks for sharing,
Peace and Love,
papaed